Fandom Inazuma Eleven: The next generation

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Years have passed since the FFIv2 and now kids all over the world are enjoying soccer. The legendary Raimon is still getting new club members to join the soccer club each year. With Tenma and the gang gone however, the quality of the club has dropped to an all time low. But current club members hope and pray that this year they can win a new competition: Angelic Path. Like Holy Road before it, this competition puts the Jr. High teams against each other to see who is the greatest in the country of Japan. Will Raimon pull through after years of dry spells?

 

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Fudo couldn't help but grin as he approached the legendary gates of the school. The school that, many times, had gone above and beyond all opponents to win. The school that had fought aliens, though not real ones, and came out on top. The school that saved soccer itself! That's right. The midfielder was standing outside Raimon Jr. High. Soccer ball under his arm, Fudo wondered whether or not to enter. Sure, it was his school. But it just didn't feel right to him. He felt like an alien visiting another world. "I'm doing it!" Swiftly, Fudo began to run in, dodging the other first years as they stared at their surroundings. Fudo, who couldn't help it, joined in, until his eyes settled on the soccer field. His eyes shone with excitement. "So cool!"

 

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Kómori's long black hair collapsed back down to his neck messily as his bored eyes took in the crowded school grounds as he sauntered in the gates. He was slightly late, slipping past the herd of wide-eyed first years coming into high school. He took in the sight of the soccer field with a proud smirk as he realised that the goal at the end of the field was now his to rule. His uniform jacket was flying open as his bag was slung sloppily over his shoulder as he slouched cockily. His reverie was broken though by the sight of one of the kids around him taking in the sight of the soccer field before him.


The third year wandered closer, curiously staring at the upbeat first year in front of him. He towered to his full height, casting a long shadow as he intensely stared the new kid down from behind. He was overflowing with excited energy but that would probably run dry soon enough. He kept getting disappointed by people seeming to run out of enthusiasm for soccer in no time at all. His ingrained pessimism had him already scowling slightly, seemingly having just woken up in a bad mood that morning.


Kómori's thick hand reached forward and patted the kid on his shoulder. "Hey, why are you checking out the field?" Kómori asked in a rude tone, already knowing the answer. Seeing the ball under his arm only confirmed it further, "You looking to play for Raimon?" The intensity in his stare hadn't lessened. In a way, it was a test. He wanted to see if the pressure would psych the kid out... or rile him up. He wasn't sure entirely why but there was a curiosity bubbling away that he wanted satiated.

 

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Fudo almost dropped his ball as a male, older then himself, with long black hair approached him and stared the younger down. Standing in the male's shadow, he looked over and tried to figure out who this guy was. A second year? No, way to confident for that. Then, he was a third year! Now, why ask such a question. That's when the midfielder looked down at the male's bag. His eyes lit up as he looked upon the Raimon uniform. It was even cooler up closer. "You're in the soccer club? So cool!" More questions flooded his head now that he knew who this guy was. A goalkeeper? Maybe a striker? Perhaps a midfielder like himself?


Fudo closed his eyes as the older person began to move his hand towards him, but opened them again surprised to find it was only a pat on the shoulder. The question the other student asked sounded rather rude. Who was this guy? Did he think he was god's gift or something. Just as the soccer player was about to answer, he asked another question. "Yup!" He replied to the latter inquiry. Looking into the other person's eyes, he couldn't but feel like he was being tested. He wanted to shy away from this guy, after all, he was bigger stronger and older. But he couldn't.


"If you're in the soccer club, wanna play before first period?" The younger asked, keeping his energy. He had to keep this up. He needed to get into the soccer club. He had to! "Come on! At least let me take a few shots! Then I can see what you got and have fun! After all, soccer is meant to be fun!" Before waiting for an answer, Fudo kicked the ball onto the pitch and ran after it, leaving the older behind.

 

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Kómori blinked at the speed of the kid's reactions. He was enthusiastic anyway, there was no amount of pessimism that could deny him that. The kid had tensed under his stare but hadn't backed down or gotten confrontational. Kómori was unsure how to feel about that but, on some level, registered the kid had spine. He found himself smirking at that slightly. He had seemingly shown up just to join Raimon's soccer club as well, the same as Kómori had a few years ago. "This guy might be interesting after all."





He'd been about to wish the kid luck, sarcastically of course. He did have a reputation to uphold after all. That strategy had gone out the window as he didn't even have time to turn away before the younger boy had challenged him to play soccer before first period. "You want to play before school starts?" he asked, the attitude being one that really appealed to Kómori. Realising that there was no dishonesty in the boy, Kómori found himself nodding at the request. "Soccer is fun," he agreed easily before attempting to add his own philosophy to it, "but it's also hard- hey!"


The white haired boy was already flying across the pitch before he'd even finished speaking. Kómori felt a vein in his forehead pulsing slightly as his eye twitched over a subtly manic smile. "Ignoring me already?" Kómori thought as his hand already gripped at the goalkeeping gloves in the front pocket of his bag. They were an old black pair with red trim running over the palms, scars cutting through the material after years of use. "I'll make you earn that," was the thought running through his head as he dropped his bag next to the corner post of the goal. Gripping tightly at the hem of his glove as he pulled it on, he glanced out over the pitch calmly, scanning the boy's posture and movements. His previous antagonism was gone, replaced by a quiet, threatening intensity that bore into the less experienced player's eyes. "Take however many shots you want. I'm curious about how good you are," Kómori had called across the pitch. There was no arrogance or anger in his voice though. This was the one place his haughty personality didn't shine through. A few students had started to gather on the edge of the pitch to watch the odd event breaking out on the pitch.

 

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As Fudo raced towards the pitch, he could hear the male's voice slowly getting quieter. And then, it began to get louder once more. It turned out that the other soccer player agreed and accepted the challenge. With a smirk, the midfielder brought his leg out to catch the ball. Slowly, he brought it down to the ground before rolling it under his right foot. Calmly, he passed it between the left foot and the right foot. Feeling the excitement fill inside of him, he looked up towards the goal to find a mixture of feelings. One was happiness. Another was fear. And a third one was impatience.


Those feelings only grew bigger as a crowd began to surround the field. He already had an audience. 'Wait, why are they here? Is this not allowed? Or is this rare? Maybe they just want to see what the newbie is like.' With a smile, he glanced back to the goal to find his senior with gloves on getting ready to stop his shots. "You're the goalie?!" There wasn't a better person who he could have bumped into. Not only was the black haired student older than him, but he was also Raimon's goalkeeper.


"As many shots as I want." With a smile, he took his first shot, attempting to curl it from the right side of the goal towards the top left corner. Expecting the shot to get saved, he waited for the ball to returned. Maybe he would use a hissatsu technique. Maybe.

 

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Komori followed his junior's eyes to the crowd, his momentary distraction amusing Komori slightly. "Don't worry about them. They don't matter on the pitch," Komori met the younger boy's eyes dead on. "Ignore everything off the pitch, it'll just distract you." He slapped his hands together as he felt his smirk widen at the shock in the boy's tone. "Yes, I'm Raimon's goalkeeper. Don't let that intimidate you though. I want to see how good your shots are."


Komori slapped his hands together as he saw the boy readying to take his shot. The shot launched to the right and Komori's knees bent slightly in preparation to spring. Fudo's eyes darted to the left at the last second though and Komori held ground for a second. The ball curled towards the top left corner in the next moment, following a pretty smooth arc with good speed for a first year. Komori launched himself in that direction with slightly less surety than he normally would. His fist shot out to punch the ball back, bouncing it high into the air as it roughly headed in the first year's direction.


Komori blinked in surprise, having not expected such a good first shot. He glanced at his fist for a second before watching the ball bounce slightly off the ground before rolling to a stop at Fudo's side. He tensed it into a fist and took a quick sideways step back to the centre of the net. The only thing off about the shot was the lack of tingling in his hand that followed a truly powerful shot. That would come with time likely. Komori's lips twitched slightly at the sides before settling into a serious line. "You've got good control. Are you a striker?" Komori asked, rolling his shoulders subconsciously. Without even realising it, he was getting into it.

 

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Fudo nodded as his senior told him to ignore the other people watching. "Alright!" With a smile, he watched the Raimon goalkeeper go to work. It was amazing how he watched the ball and knew exactly how to block it. Plus, he actually stopped it! He somehow figured out that it was a curved ball and held off from jumping. So cool! "No, it doesn't make me feel intimidated. It just makes me feel...excited! Your so good!"


The midfielder shook his head as the ball came to a stop. "No, I'm a midfielder. But my brother was a striker. He taught me everything I know." Fudo stayed silent for a few seconds, thinking about why he was here and whether or not to show the goalkeeper is real ability. "I even learnt his hissatsu shot!" Whether or not he would use it was a different topic. Quickly, he took another shot, this time one that was straight forward.

 

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Komori blinked at the lack of intimidation awkwardly, his eyes lidded slightly. He coughed before muttering, "Well, you could be a little bit intimidated..." He was snapped out of his sour mumbling by the revelation of the other player's brother. "An offensively inclined midfielder is always a useful thing to have," he thought privately. He was now fully on guard, taking complete care to attempt a read block rather than a guess. Normally, it wouldn't be too hard but starting off with a curved shot had put Komori on edge.


The meniton of a hissatsu shoot caused Komori's eyebrows to raise dramatically. Some players never developed hissatsu of their own and this first year already had one of his own. "He could be a good asset to the team... if he keeps up this attitude. Not that any of them ever do," Komori reflected to himself. There was a boiling in his blood that he couldn't quite explain. He wanted to see this hissatsu, to see if it used power or skill, launched with speed or deliberate force.


There was disappointment when the midfielder settled for a straight kick. The ball's speed was too high for it to be another curved shot that had any chance of landing inside the posts, so Komori threw himself into its path and snapped his hands out. One palm rested against the back of his opposite hand as he used both appendages to stop the spin of the ball dead. The fact that the shots still weren't making his hands tingle was explained in part by the other student's preferred position. Midfielders tended to rely more on technical shoots with more range than go for outright power. "Though that hissatsu could change my opinion of that very quickly," Komori mused as he threw the ball back. "I take it your brother's already on the team then."